Mr hell

Huaiqi opened the phone's address book for the third time, and swipe up and down with his thumb for a long time in the contact list that can be dragged to the end.If the display screen could talk, he would probably be scolded for being rubbed.

The policeman also poked his head over for the third time, and reprimanded, "Don't play with your phone."

Huai Qi opened his mouth, and it took a long time before he said, "I want to call... my family."

"It's the same reason you played with your phone for the first time."

Huai Qi looked at the palm of the police officer's outstretched hand to him, and sweated a lot from his own palm.He often saw this action when things were confiscated, and reflexively began to imagine the embarrassment of asking for it.

Gritting his teeth, he finally pressed a contact, and while waiting for the connection, he carefully glanced at the policeman.

The policeman let out a long breath helplessly, crossed his arms solemnly, and looked at the young suspect.

The connection on the other side was quick, and the clear male voice said first: "Xiao Huai? What's the matter."

Huai Qi plucked up his courage and said, "Police Chen...Brother Chen, can you come pick me up."

The other side was silent for a while, and asked habitually: "Are you in the bureau again?"

Huai Qi squeezed out a sentence, "...I'm sorry."

"It's okay, your sister-in-law will take me there later." Chen Pan'an asked, "Is it because of the student who died?"

"Ah."

Long story.

... The incident started a few nights ago when Huaiqi received a call from a buddy.

As soon as he saw the call message last night, Huai Qi began to think about his salary for this month. If he borrowed more money, he would have to squeeze it into his own meal money.

The caller's surname is Ding Mingling, and he uses Huaiqi's "best brother" as his name. He uses Huaiqi as a cash machine with peace of mind. He borrows money every seven days for one month and one month for one month. The current repayment amount is only a fraction of what he owes.

However, when God created Huaiqi, it seems that he did not install a "rejection" procedure for him. Asking him to actively reject others will easily cause his own brain fever, unclear speech, and random thoughts after the event.

To put it simply, Huaiqi's social model is a flattering personality plus serious social fear, so obvious that it almost looks like a reminder note is pasted on his forehead.

His good friend saw this at a glance, so the parasite was more comfortable and at ease than gnawing on the old.

Huai Qi didn't want to pick it up, but it couldn't stop him from hitting it over and over again.He answered anxiously, and as expected, he didn't hold on for a few minutes before being pried out of his mouth by the rhetoric of the opposite party to agree.

When Ding Ling, who had succeeded, was joking, Huai Qi heard the other party's roommate complain: "Why haven't you finished the fight yet?"

Huai Qi had no choice but to cover the phone and said in a low voice, "I'll hang up first, and I'll get annoyed talking about your roommate."

Ding Ling's voice stopped abruptly, and it took a while before he said: "I slept outside today, where is my roommate?"

Huai Qi frowned and said, "But there was someone talking to you just now, a man."

"..."

"Don't scare me, I'm the only one in this room."

Ding Ling probably looked left and right for a while, and then laughed to himself suddenly: "Oh... Hey, you learned to make fun of me, Xiao Huai."

The sound of the fan in the study room was like two old bones rubbing against each other slowly, and the cool wind mixed with ominous feeling slowly climbed up Huaiqi's back.

It was that damn foreknowledge again.

Sure enough, his good brother was on the social news the next day.

died.

Huai Qi couldn't get into the scene, but he was upstairs opposite the apartment where the incident happened. Through the glass, he could vaguely see the hideous and distorted Ding Ling standing on the stairs, looking in his direction with a smile.

The ghost passed through the busy police and floated towards Huaiqi from a distance. Its laughter was exactly the same as last night, and it said darkly, "You have to avenge me, Xiao Huai."

……

Huai Qi told the police that the murderer was Ding Ling's cousin, a gambler who was extremely short of money, and only thought of sneaking into Ding Ling's house to steal money when he was poor.

That night when Ding Ling talked with her on the phone, her cousin's huge body stooped and hid in a cabinet two meters behind Ding Ling.

And "Death Prediction" allowed Huai Qi to hear the murderer's inner monologue before Ding Ling was accidentally killed.

After the police investigation found that everything was true, it took a few days to arrest the absconding cousin and Huai Qi together.

Huai Qi provided an alibi - the surveillance video of the university study room, but he still had to explain why he gave the cause of the case and the murderer's motive in such detail.

He said the ghost told him.

The policeman frowned, and said to him earnestly: "Little classmate, this setting is too bad, and online novels are not written like this anymore."

Huai Qi struggled for a while, then murmured, "Maybe...there will be more."

"Do you mean you can see ghosts, or the setting of the novel?"

"...both."

He saw the policeman shaking his head and sighing tactically. If the reality can be expressed in comic exaggeration, then the policeman staring at him at this moment must have a "pull" written in his left eye and a "light" written in his right eye.

And Chen Pan'an, who answered Huaiqi's phone call, was a fellow from Huaiqi and a criminal policeman here.In a sense, Huaiqi is the closest person besides grandmother.

He was on leave due to a work injury, and Huai Qi originally wanted to trouble him less while he was recovering from his injury.

With his injured left arm hanging, Chen Pan'an came to the bureau to deal with it, and then picked Huai Qi into the car.In the driver's seat was Chen Pan'an's wife, Ting Xue, who smiled when she saw Huai Qi, and said softly, "Xiao Huai just graduated and came here to become a policeman, so I don't need your brother Chen to take you."

Huai Qi quickly shook his hands and head together, and said, "No, no... I just..."

"Come on," Chen Pan'an teased while closing the car door with his right hand, "I'm already lying down every day and looking forward to retirement."

Huai Qi quietly glanced at Chen Pan'an's injured hand, but didn't interrupt.

The car started, Chen Pan'an didn't inquire about Huaiqi's connection with this case, but instead asked about his recent situation: "Why haven't you been home recently?"

Huai Qi turned to look at him.

"You slept on the table in the study room on the night of the incident. You hid quite secretly. The guard patrolled twice but failed to catch you. Obviously you are a habitual offender." Chen Pan'an obviously read his alibi Yes, he smiled, pointed to his eyes, and said, "And I have dark circles under my eyes."

Chen Pan'an was right, Huaiqi hadn't been home these days.

There is no other reason, because there are ghosts in the house.

A woman in a white dress, and two children, a man and a woman, their eyes were bleeding.

Huai Qi can see ghosts and hear them talking.

This setting is like a savior chosen by the gods, and his appearance should be an incognito and anonymous hero.

But there are always some accidents on the way of being a human being, and being a god is no exception. For example, Huaiqi is the tail of a crane that was accidentally selected by the sloppy creator.

He was terribly afraid of ghosts.

Huaiqi feels that the protagonist who is accompanied by ghosts walks the world in a way that conforms to universal logic, punishes evil and promotes good, which is an imaginary plot of personal heroism.In fact, human genes are engraved with an essence called "Ye Gong loves dragons".

What Huai Qi can do is to quickly satisfy the ghosts' request and keep them away from him.Now when he thought of Ding Ling and the three ghosts at home, his fingers trembled slightly.

Huai Qi said: "It's nothing, the apartment is being renovated recently, it's too noisy to sleep."

Chen Pan'an did not expose his clumsy reasons.He said: "Then you come to live in my house first, until when you want to go back."

Huai Qi's usually expressionless face showed a trace of surprise, he sat upright, and whispered: "I will trouble you."

Ting Xue, who was driving in front, said with a smile: "It's okay, there is a spare room at home. It just so happens that Mingqian and Xiaoya just entered junior high school, and we planned to invite you to tutor a few days ago, and we were afraid of troublesome you."

Living in someone else's house with nothing to do, Huai Qi felt uneasy.He walked down Ting Xue's steps, and nodded in agreement.

But at this time, Chen Pan'an said thoughtfully: "But I have to take you home, I have to get some daily necessities and a change of clothes."

"..."

……

Huai Qi stood at the door, clubbed like a stick. In front of him was a door with a dusty doorknob. Downstairs was the couple waiting for him.

He couldn't ask Chen Pan'an to come with him.

why?Because I am afraid of ghosts, I dare not enter the house alone, and this house is my own apartment.

He is already a 20-year-old lad who can scare himself and is a good material for others to laugh at.

Seriously, age and gender are really two big points of bias.

Huai Qi hoped that the three ghosts would disappear after "ending their obsession" like Ding Ling.He prayed many times in his heart, and finally mustered up the courage to open the lock.

In the quiet room like a grave, Huai Qi could almost hear his own breathing clearly.He turned on all the light switches he could touch, walked into the bathroom first, and took some toiletries.

He didn't find anything strange in the mirror or in the bathtub, he breathed a sigh of relief, and went to the bedroom to find a thin quilt.

Everything was going well, but when Huai Qi's nervousness was relieved a little, he heard a rustling sound when he was rummaging through his clothes.

When I looked up, I saw two pale-faced children hanging their heads on the crossbar of the closet. Their swaying bodies were hidden in a pile of clothes, which was hard for ordinary people to notice.

They stared "condescendingly" at the squatting Huaiqi, with a total of four eyes bleeding.

Huai Qi immediately stood up and closed the closet door. When he ran out of the bedroom, he stumbled on the flat ground and scattered the things in his hands all over the floor.

He randomly pulled the scattered things into his arms, locked the door without turning off the light, and squatted at the door by himself for a long time.

Huaiqi's facial expression system has "missing data". When it is frightened, it never yells or jumps up and down. It is no different from ordinary people at a glance.Only his pale lips and trembling limbs could see his fear,

Huai Qi, who escaped from the house, buried his face deeply in the quilt he was holding, trying to use the suffocation to relieve his fear.

What he couldn't see was that at the corner of the small staircase opposite, the woman in white was standing in the darkness and staring at him.

In the haze, Huai Qi seemed to hear someone whispering, but his body was too weak to move.

He very much hopes that a "savior" truly chosen by the gods will appear at this time. The way of appearance has nothing to do with the lines in the lines. At least he can pat him on the shoulder of the crane tail and tell him that the feared thing has been driven away.

But he can only think beautifully.

The neighbors seemed to be throwing some disturbing party, and the voice-activated lights in the corridor were turned on with the noise of laughter, screams and subwoofers.So the woman in white in front of him disappeared.

Huai Qi didn't leave for a long time, and only stamped his feet when the lights were about to go out.

For a moment just now, when he saw the window at the corner, he was imagining the scene of himself falling, and it felt a little easier than now.

But only for a moment, Huai Qi came back to his senses.

The constant laughter and laughter of the neighbor created a gap between him and him.Huai Qi buried his head between his knees again.In people's eyes, this is a "fragile" action, and he hasn't done it since he went to college.

He just sat there, his eyes flushed physiologically after the surge of fear ebbed.A deep sense of powerlessness overwhelmed him.

Huai Qi thought to himself, when will this ghostly day end.